There are too many geniuses who died in the middle of the journey.

Not to mention becoming emperors, many people have just emerged and were beheaded by others.

Luo Hongchen is so amazing, right?

After a few years of going out, he was killed and disappeared for more than ten years.

There is no news about her yet.

There are too many examples like this.

The future of the genius is empty, but the holy soldiers who have passed down from generation to generation are real!

However, even everyone thinks it is impossible and ridiculous.

But Los Angeles still did this.

The nine-story holy tower hangs in the air, shining brightly.

Luo Sheng formed seals with both hands and produced a series of holy power runes.

The nine-story pagoda vibrated, and a beam of light shot out from the first layer, injecting into the sacrificial spirit gathering platform.

That is the purest holy power, the essence of the power of a holy soldier, a little saint, and even dozens of spiritual emperors.

"No! Saint Ancestor! No!"

"Oh my God! This is the future of my Luo family, and the hope of my Luo family!

Saint Ancestor! Stop it!"

"Please stop the Holy Ancestor!"

......

Everyone in the Luo family knelt down and begged, reappearing the previous scene.

"The holy soldiers are gone, you can cast them again, and you can find another way! I have only one god!

Our Luo family owe him too much. Even if we try our best today, I will let him gather his soul successfully."
Chapter completed!